All Chapters of BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I felt a hand on my shoulder.Light.Careful.“Remi.”My name came out low, close enough that it pulled me out of sleep.I stirred slightly, my brows pulling together as I blinked against the light. My room was still dim, curtains half-drawn, the soft gray of morning settling quietly against everything.Then I saw him.Zander.Standing by the side of my bed.For a second, I didn’t move. My brain felt slow, still caught somewhere between sleep and waking, trying to make sense of why he was here. Why he looked like that.His face wasn’t calm.There was something tight in his expression. Something controlled—but not relaxed.That was enough to wake me up completely.I pushed myself up, the sheets shifting around me as I sat up straighter.“What—” my voice came out rough. I cleared my throat slightly. “What happened?”He didn’t answer immediately.That alone made my stomach tighten.“We are trending all over the internet,” he said.Just like that. My body went still.“What do you mean?” I

The lawyer didn’t stay long after that.Once everything had been said and agreed on, he gathered his things, sliding his iPad back into his case with a quiet efficiency that matched the rest of him. Uncle J stood up with him, already speaking about follow-ups, timing, logistics—things that felt distant even though they were happening right in front of me.I didn’t move.I stayed seated, my hands resting lightly against my lap, my fingers pressed together just enough to keep them still.It was done.The decision had been made.But instead of feeling settled… something in me felt off. Not wrong. Just… unsettled in a different way. Like everything had shifted and I hadn’t caught up to it yet.I didn’t need to look to know he was still there.Zander.I could feel it.The weight of his presence. The quiet way he stayed in a space without needing to say anything.The lawyer walked out, Uncle J following him toward the door, their voices fading as they moved further away.And then—Silence.

I didn’t move for a while after the door closed.The silence settled slowly, not heavy like before. Just… there.My shoulders dropped a little as I sat there, staring at nothing in particular. The room felt warmer now, or maybe it was just me. My skin still held onto the heat from the bath, but underneath it, there was something else.A chill.I sniffed lightly, my nose already starting to feel off.Great.I exhaled and pushed myself up from the bed, my movements slower now, more careful. My body still felt off—light in the wrong places, heavy in others.My head didn’t spin as much as before, but there was still that dull heaviness sitting at the back of it. I walked toward the bathroom again.The light felt too bright when I turned it on. I blinked once, then stepped in, stopping in front of the mirror.I looked…Not great.My hair was still slightly damp at the ends, messy in a way that wasn’t intentional. My eyes looked tired. My nose a little red already.I exhaled through it and

I heard the door open before I saw him.I didn’t move at first. I was half-curled under the blanket, my body heavy in that dull, sick kind of way. My nose felt blocked again, my head still aching—less than before, but enough to remind me it wasn’t over.Footsteps.I turned my head slightly.Zander.Tray in hand.Of course.He walked over like this was routine, like walking into my room and taking care of me was something he did every day. My brows pulled together slightly.He set the tray down on the table, then turned to me.I stared at him.His hands were already on me, one behind my back, the other adjusting the pillow before. “I can do it myself,” I said, my voice still rough, quieter than I intended.He didn’t respond.Didn’t even acknowledge it.I stiffened slightly as he lifted me just enough to push the pillow into place, propping me up properly.My fingers curled slightly against the blanket.“I said I can—”“Quiet,” he said simply.My mouth closed.Annoying.I let out a sm

The car slowed to a stop before I even saw the crowd.I knew they were there.I could hear it first—the distant noise, voices overlapping, the sharp bursts of camera shutters cutting through everything else. My fingers tightened slightly around the handle of my bag as the car came to a complete halt.I took a breath.Just one.Then the door opened.The noise hit immediately.“Emery!”“Over here!”“Is it true—”Flashes went off one after the other, bright enough to sting. For a second, it felt like everything was moving too fast, but I forced myself to stay still as I stepped out of the car.I didn’t look at them.I didn’t respond.I walked.The bodyguard moved ahead, creating space, while Uncle J stayed close beside me. The voices followed us, louder now, sharper.“Are you still involved with him?”“Is the scandal real?”“What is your relationship with him?”I kept walking.The doors opened, and the moment I stepped inside, the noise dropped behind me like it had been cut off complete